[Wow. Clive sure is effecient, ain't he? Clive doesn't hear Joshua talking at first then startles.]
Ah! Sorry, sorry. Here.
[He digs the journal from his bag and goes to kneel next to the corpse. A few flips and he starts to speak. Whispers of the cycle of life and death. Of the balances of nature. Of Man, both of that primordial cradle and apart from it- we pay for our long lives and knowledge with suffering. With bitter fruits. Much of his lackadaisical tone gone with the weight of his recitation
He takes a glove off, dipping his fingers in the oozing head wound, gesturing with a flick of the ears for both brothers to come forward]
Do you accept the responsibility for this life? That you will live fully and graciously in it's place?
no subject
Ah! Sorry, sorry. Here.
[He digs the journal from his bag and goes to kneel next to the corpse. A few flips and he starts to speak. Whispers of the cycle of life and death. Of the balances of nature. Of Man, both of that primordial cradle and apart from it- we pay for our long lives and knowledge with suffering. With bitter fruits. Much of his lackadaisical tone gone with the weight of his recitation
He takes a glove off, dipping his fingers in the oozing head wound, gesturing with a flick of the ears for both brothers to come forward]
Do you accept the responsibility for this life? That you will live fully and graciously in it's place?